She is a butterfly. That year when the apricot blossoms drizzled lightly, she turned into a cocoon and bound herself for hundreds of years.
She is a demon. That winter, when the sky was filled with snow, she turned into a human being and touched the prosperity of the world.
She accepted the joy and sorrow of the world with a flawless heart, but eventually became filthy. There is no hope of cultivating immortals in this life. She does not want to hide her cultivation and enter the immortal cultivating sect.
She never hurts or hurts anyone. She thinks she is a monster, but she cannot be recognized by him.
With all his thoughts destroyed, he entered the Immortal Sect again, and met him in a fierce battle.